Days of Art 2017-05: Halcyon Days But Incendiary Nights

The purpose of our Days of Art series isn’t meant to be self-aggrandizement, and I rarely do “selfies” except in a mocking manner, but it disturbed me to realize that the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination passed yesterday without my noticing. I’m not going to weep for the man here, and in fact I…

Him a Shotta

I wasn’t going to post this, but Maria has insisted that I do. I must apologize for the bad accent, but love kinda lingers and you do what you must. So, mon Juliette, this one is for you.    

100 Days of Art – Day Last: Time Long Past

Due to lack of interest, given the time it takes to put these posts together, I have decided to end this series at Day 36.  Thanks to all who stopped by. Time Lost Past by Percy Bysshe Shelley Like the ghost of a dear friend dead           Is Time long past. A tone which is…

100 Days of Art – Day 9: Luv Pomes

Roses are red and violets are blue. die, bitch. “To the Girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road; I swear to God, I’m not a stalker.” It’s not that I don’t love you more that I can’t remember where I end and you begin. I love…

Finger Popping, Club Hopping

“Naw, I don’t get into jazz,” she said, finger popping, club hopping all the while. “I’m sure it’s fine but not my style. ‘Sides, can’t you see I’m dancing now? An’ what’s a coal train anyhow?” Club hopping, finger popping, all the while. Danced so fine, that gal of mine. Fake hair fling, brown flesh…